Beck

Windy, windy
Looking for a better home
Got me, got me
Runnin out of lightbulbs
Cloudy, cloudy
Open to a wastecan
Yellow car, yellow car
Better be inside there

Wake up, wake up
Nothins gonna harm you
Glass wall, glass wall
Standin on the furniture
Little boy, little boy
Layin on a sleeping bag
Watching, watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids

Stranger, stranger
Feeling on a broken stone
Lost him, lost him
Standin on the orange chairs
Alphabet, alphabet
Cant afford a telephone
Black hole, black hole
Nothins gonna harm you